At this moment, the heat of the test field is gushing, the oil splashes everywhere, the iron spoon flies, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Cripple Chen's back to the pot meat entered the finishing stage, he gently picked it with a spatula, and the garlic sprouts on the board were neatly put into the pot, and they could be put out of the pot and served in less than two minutes.

Wu Xiujun's side is not far behind, the pork belly in the pot is thin and even, and it is frying out small nests, and the sound of sizzling oil is mouth-watering, blending with the strong fragrance of bean paste, and saliva will flow out when you smell it.

On Zhang Yunpeng's side, the unique pine fragrance of bacon exudes it, just like the old wine in the open altar, filled with the old fragrance of the years; the tender yellow spring bamboo shoots are poured into the pot, and the flames suddenly gush out, taking off the "clothes" The delicate spring bamboo shoots are bathed in the hot oil, and its fragrant and sweet taste is forced out. The fusion of aged fragrance and fragrance, like the black and white fish on the Taiji diagram, forms a very harmonious and completely different taste, which is Zhang Yunpeng's strength - fried bamboo shoots with bacon.

The other chefs who competed also did their best, and the whole scene was full of excitement and excitement.

This is the Kuding Society, and everyone who attends the meeting has been hailed as a genius, has their own specialty, and is respected and concerned in society. Moreover, they are all still young, and whether they succeed or fail at the Cuding Meeting, they will eventually become part of the Chinese food map......

Compared with the lively atmosphere on the field, Mo Fei was very deserted here, because he was still there, closing his eyes and recuperating, looking like he was outside the world.

What the hell is he doing? Why don't you get up and stir-fry?

This is the question that plagues everyone present. Not only Situ Yu, Si Chen, the judges and the spectators on the field, but even the chefs who fought on the field were no exception.

Although Yan Cuishan had seen Mo Fei close his eyes and recuperate in the game and make amazing pancakes, there was plenty of time that time. This time is different, there is only 15 minutes of competition time, and if you miss, you will lose.

The game is in full swing on the field, and a "war" is also going on in Murphy's body - the "air current" controlled by Murphy has launched a decisive battle against the wandering "air flow".

If you put the situation in Mo Fei's body on the big screen, you will see that there are two white lines, constantly entangled and twisted together, like two white dragons competing for the pearl of the night, not giving in to each other.

The "air current" wandering in Mo Fei's body did not want to be entangled anymore and wanted to break free. At this time, it was so easy to run, and it was tightly entangled by the "air current" controlled by Mo Fei, and countless golden divine consciousness were like the rhizomes of plants, deeply rooted in the wandering "air flow".

At the same time, a large amount of divine consciousness was released, and Mo Fei's mind hurt like a pinprick, and beads of sweat the size of beans suddenly rolled down from his forehead, and his body began to sway.

"Host, you're crazy! According to your current ability, it's not enough to control the 'qi' in your body, stop it!"

But it was too late, and Murphy had already heard the system's warning. Countless divine consciousnesses have entered the interior of the "qi", and the "qi" is competing for control, if it is rashly withdrawn at this time, not only will the previous achievements be lost, but it will also eat the sea of consciousness. By then, Murphy would probably be brain dead and fall asleep forever.

The system suddenly regretted that it shouldn't have revealed so many things to Mo Fei, how difficult it was to break through himself in a short period of time, but Mo Fei was a stubborn person, so it caused this dangerous situation.

If Murphy is brain dead, the system will also lose its place of existence, and the next one after the ending - die with Murphy!

At this time, Mo Fei's situation is getting worse and worse, his invokable divine consciousness has been exhausted, and the struggle of "qi" is getting worse and worse, if one is not careful, it will be allowed to break free, and the consequence of being devoured by the dragon instead of binding the dragon is - all the divine consciousness is broken inside the "qi", and Mo Fei and the system are finished together.

If the system has a face, it is specified to be black, so that the ink is not angry.

After it took root in Mo Fei's mind, it finally grew up and regained a lot of strength, and this time I am afraid that it will vomit it all.

Mo Fei's thread of divine consciousness is getting tighter and tighter, and a few of them are about to break, and if he doesn't make a move at this time, Mo Fei's life will be difficult to protect.

The system scolded in his heart, spit out a silver aura, and then the system decreased at a visible speed, becoming only half the size just now.

The system was visibly weakened after becoming smaller, but it couldn't rest yet, and used all its remaining strength to push the silver aura, inject it into Mo Fei's sea of consciousness, and then fell asleep.

Mo Fei, who was trying his best to hold on, suddenly felt a stream of essence rushing out from the Sea of Knowledge, and it was flowing down the meridians. He was taken aback, a stream of air was about to be uncontrollable, and another big stream came, where could he deal with it!

This air flow was violent, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the "battlefield", and without making any stops, he went straight into the air flow that was barely suppressed by Mo Fei's divine sense. The two currents are more than double the size of the previous one.

Mo Fei suddenly felt that the general trend had gone, and wanted to retract his divine consciousness, but found that his divine consciousness had firmly controlled this supernatural current. Only then did he realize that the essence air flow that had just come was reinforcements.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and fused the air flow he had originally controlled into it, and the three air currents combined to become even thicker.

Don't rush now, but when!

Mo Fei didn't hesitate at all, and directed the air flow to rush towards the Baihui acupoint above his head. Under the washing over and over again, the Baihui acupoint gradually loosened.

Click!

The sound is like a chick pecking open the shell of an egg,

Like a butterfly in a cocoon that breaks through the cocoon,

It's like the first spring breeze blowing the river ice......

Mo Fei's Baihui acupoint was washed open a very small gap, and suddenly the air flow in his body came out of the gap in the Baihui acupoint above his head under the control of his divine sense.

So the world is like this!

Murphy didn't have to open his eyes to see, as the flow of the air, he seemed to have thousands of pairs of eyes, and he could perceive everything around him more clearly. He didn't have to smell it, as if nothing could be hidden from his nose. He didn't have to listen deliberately, as if no sound in the world could escape his ears......

It was a whole new world, a world he had never observed and experienced before.

It turns out that the potted plants in the room whisper, it turns out that the ingredients on the shelves can communicate with each other, and it turns out that the tables and chairs on all these tables and chairs hide the spirit of wood......

He also "saw" the chefs of the Kuding Society, such as Cripple Chen, Wu Xiujun, and Zhang Yunpeng, who were concentrating on cooking...... , "saw" Wu Yujun, Yan Cuishan and others who looked nervous, and also "saw" the powerful aura around Situ Yu.

Of course, he also "watched" the little time left - 7 minutes!

In the noisy hall, when this extremely faint "click" sound sounded, almost no one heard it, but it couldn't escape Situ Yu, who was sitting there observing the game.

His eyes twitched, his ears pricked up, and his whole body became alert. After a little investigation, he found no abnormality, and he was puzzled: A group of chefs who have not stepped into the ranks of stars, could someone have opened the "Gate of Heaven"?

"Heavenly Gate" refers to Baihui Acupoint, and when the "Heavenly Gate" opens, it indicates that the chef will have the hope of entering the professional five-star master. Although he also opened the "Gate of Heaven" early, he only opened to the second layer, and the third layer could not be opened, which was due to talent. He heard that Wu Batian was in retreat and was attacking the third layer. At his current age, it's hard to go any further.

Chefs below the star level cannot open the "gate of heaven" at all, which is the natural law of the food world.

Unless, he's a visitor!

Under the shroud of Situ Yu's divine sense, no one on the scene could escape his eyes, and it was basically impossible for anyone in the field to "open the gate of heaven", could it be that there were still masters hiding in the sea outside the field?

I searched and searched, but to no avail. He turned his eyes to Mo Fei again, this kid was a little strange, it was impossible to open the "Heavenly Gate", maybe it was some trick he made? So he poked out a trace of divine consciousness and went straight to Mo Fei's Baihui acupoint.